Chapter 400: What Are the Benefits of Paying to Win? (Part 2)

In the biological laboratory of Stark Tower, Peter was staring blankly at a pile of hay on his table. Connors walked over and asked, "What's wrong with you? Why are you always staring blankly recently?"

"Also, what are these? Didn't I remind you not to bring those messy garbage into the laboratory?"

"This is not garbage, I am doing an experiment..."

"Oh? What experiment?" Connors asked while taking off his gloves. Peter looked somewhat blankly at the messy hay in front of him and said, "Before, in... uh, a dream, I saw them using some strange materials combined with magic to brew magical potions."

"Some can make people fall into a coma immediately, some can cure colds immediately. I heard the teacher there say that some potions can make people lucky, or even prolong life."

"I am thinking, there are materials in reality, and there is magic in reality, so why can't we brew such potions?"

Connors pushed his glasses and said, "Peter, having imagination is a good thing."

As he spoke, he walked over, fiddled with the hay Peter had collected, and said, "But you can't expect these things to turn into the magical potions you mentioned out of thin air. Even with magic, I think it's not very feasible."

"That's right, I also discovered that before, I asked Mr. Stark to use his magical energy core to output power to these things, but they didn't have any reaction at all."

"Sun and Moon Wind and Glory"

"Mr. Stark said that magic also seems to pay attention to something... affinity? If it's not a special material, magic won't react with them."

Peter rested his hands on the table, supporting his chin with his hands, and said, "It seems that I thought of things too simply. No matter how wonderful a dream is, it is a dream. After coming to reality, there are too many problems."

Seeing Peter's somewhat disappointed expression, Connors walked over, sat beside him, and looked at the hay together. He didn't laugh at Peter, but said very seriously, "If you have this kind of assumption, you should think more about whether there are other ways to achieve it, instead of attributing the lack of success to your ideas being too strange."

"Think about it, when those world-famous great scientists first proposed their own assumptions, they were also seen by ordinary people as whimsical, and even encountered various ridicules, saying they were dreaming."

"But in the end, they really turned the dream into reality and also created today's human scientific community. Greatness always originates from a seemingly impossible joke, doesn't it?"

Peter turned to look at Connors, but Connors stood up and said, "Peter, I said before, compared to saving the world as Spider-Man, your genius brain can change this world more."

"Although I often say that you are not just Spider-Man, Spider-Man is also you, Peter is Spider-Man, and Spider-Man is Peter."

"You are willing to make various efforts to save the citizens of New York City, patrolling New York every day, training your combat skills, joining the superhero team, completing various tasks..."

"If you use this willpower to realize these ideas of yours, maybe you will also make amazing progress?"

After speaking, Connors left. Peter sat alone in front of the experimental bench looking at the hay that looked thin and hasty. He murmured to himself in a low voice, "Peter is Spider-Man, Spider-Man is Peter..."

At noon, in the restaurant of Stark Tower, Schiller and Stark were sitting at the same table eating. Schiller looked up halfway through eating and found that Stark was staring at his dinner plate. He asked, "What's wrong?"

Then he also took a look at Stark's dinner plate. There was a lot of food on it. He asked, "Why don't you eat your own? Why are you looking at my plate?"

Looking at the messy food on Schiller's plate, Stark sighed and said, "It really makes me relieved. Do you know? When you were picking up the beef patty just now, my heart was hanging."

"What's wrong with the beef patty? Because of the rumors of mad cow disease in the West recently?"

"Of course not. Do you remember your other personality? When he eats, he always has to move a round thing around. Seriously, I can only judge which personality you are by this feature."

"No wonder you removed me from the blacklist of the Stark Tower restaurant..."

"Are you planning to eat Stark Tower empty again? I tell you, this is impossible. To prevent this from happening again, I have prepared more food than you can imagine!"

Schiller cut the beef patty and took a bite, saying, "Oh, is that so? Originally I didn't intend to do that, but since you said so, it made me a bit curious. Can I come here for dinner tonight? By the way, bring Peter and that yellow-haired rat."

"No!" Stark refused flatly. He tapped the plate with a fork and said, "Seriously, what's going on with that personality? Who exactly are you..."

"If I say, neither of us is the master personality, what would you think?"

Stark stopped eating, the fork was still held in his mouth, and he just froze there. After a while, he sighed and said, "If it were before, I might be a bit shocked, but ever since these few nights, dreaming about playing that game called Magic Academy in your Mind Palace, I feel this is also normal."

"How is your game progress? I haven't had time to look at it recently. Do you want another brand-new gift pack?"

"No need!" Stark refused flatly again. He counted one by one: "I participated in a reading club of Ravenclaw and achieved the best results in every classroom test. Recently, I am very interested in alchemy, but unfortunately, there is no corresponding course in the school."

"You should be most familiar with Peter's situation. He has excellent grades in Potions class, and Quidditch is also very good. He is naturally suitable for flying around in the air. I heard he is the most promising Seeker in this session."

"Steve became a Beater, but I think he should go to be a goalkeeper. His reputation in Hufflepuff is quite good. You know, it's that set, willing to help others..."

"As for Strange, I don't understand that house called Slytherin very well. It feels like a group of crazy people gathered together to study some dark conspiracy, but Strange seems to get along quite well with them."

"Steve and I are just to have a good dream. After all, going to school in a magic school like a castle is better than being chased in a dream, but it seems that Peter and Strange have their own ideas about this world."

"Peter is very interested in potions, and Strange is very interested in wands. I bet they will definitely study these two things in reality."

"Do you think they can succeed?" Schiller asked.

"There will definitely be many difficulties at first." Stark, as a very mature scientist, judged: "Whether it is potions or wands, looking at it in reality, it seems whimsical, but I believe that there will be a good result in the end, because many scientific advances originate from whimsy."

Stark lowered his head and fiddled with the food on the dinner plate, saying, "Many people think that the most important thing to be a scientist is a rigorous style. Scientists and scholars in the eyes of the public are all that kind of rigid nerd."

"But in fact, to reach the pinnacle in this line, the most important thing is creativity. Sometimes, some unprovoked associations that look like daydreaming happen to be the key to making major progress."

"If you don't even have the courage to think, then you have lost the most precious quality of humanity."

Just then, Stark's phone rang suddenly. He heard Peter's slightly excited voice on the other end of the phone, and he said, "Mr. Stark! Come over quickly, you won't believe what I found!"

After Stark put down the phone, he pressed a few keys. Schiller looked at him and asked, "You didn't give him that magical energy to play with, did you?"

"I believe in Peter's ability, and I also believe that he won't use that thing indiscriminately." As he spoke, Stark stood up, then turned his head, looked at Schiller with his eyelids up and down, and said, "Although I know you can only screw in light bulbs, do you want to come and see?"

When the two appeared in the laboratory together, they saw Peter holding a flower pot, but the flower pot was bare, and nothing was planted. When the three gathered together, they all looked down at the flower pot. Stark asked, "So, what do you want to show me?"

"Oh, I forgot, it hasn't grown out yet!" Peter put down the flower pot, then took a small transparent bag from the side. There were things like seeds in the bag. He said, "Mr. Stark, I used the magical energy core you gave me to conduct a magic radiation experiment on these seeds, and found that they did produce some changes."

"I don't know why magic doesn't work on flowers that have already grown, but it is effective on seeds..."

"Because of the difference in concepts." A voice suddenly appeared in the laboratory. A portal opened in mid-air, and Strange landed. He pointed his finger at Peter and said, "We thought of the same thing."

"The concept represented by seeds in magic is very complex. It represents both a new life and germination, sprouting, and hope. From a higher level, it represents the starting state of all life, which has special significance in magic."

Stark waved his hand, making a somewhat impatient expression. He said, "Here we go again, that set of mysterious concepts."

He looked at Strange and asked, "Seeds have concepts, don't flowers have them?"

Strange shook his head and said, "It depends on who uses which concept more in the universe. Obviously, concepts like new life, hope, and light are more in line with orderly creatures. After these concepts are extracted from the cosmic origin, they have a greater impact on the entire universe."

"And the flowers, trees, etc. you mentioned might also have an impact, but it's relatively small. You wouldn't want to hear the specific principles, but in short, this is a concept similar to rules."

Strange turned his head and set his gaze on the small flower pot Peter had just placed on the table. He walked up, picked up the flower pot, looked at Peter, and asked, "Have you already planted the seeds?"

"Yes."

"What kind of flower is it?"

"Sunflower, because the flower shop nearby happened to have seeds, so I bought some."

At this time, Strange suddenly took out a somewhat strange gemstone from his hand and said, "Now, let's speed it up a bit and see what exactly can grow..."

As he spoke, the brilliance of magic lit up from his hand and spread directly to the flower pot. In the surprised eyes of everyone, tender buds broke through the soil, and in an instant, a small sunflower seedling grew.

"So... what about the sunflower?" Stark stood with his hands on his hips, staring at the flower pot and asking.

"I can't speed it up too much, otherwise it will cause some unpredictable dangers, but even without flowers, many problems can be seen."

"Ah..." Strange sighed and said, "You might not be able to see it, but there are indeed some very weak magical powers surrounding it, but they are all concentrated in the roots, and the upper part has none at all..."

"Why is this?" Peter frowned, looking at the plant, and he said, "Also, I didn't see any changes in appearance. Clearly, the changes in the seeds were quite big, and they were glowing."

"Magic is not such a simple thing." Strange shook his head and said, "We only have a preliminary train of thought now. As for how to achieve it, I'm afraid there is still a long way to go."

At this time, another voice sounded again: "Have you considered whether it is a problem with the plant itself? Herbaceous and woody plants are different, and angiosperms and gymnosperms are also different..."

Connors walked into the laboratory, turned around, and closed the door. Strange took a look at Connors, then took a look at the small flower pot in his hand, and said:

"The professional is here." ===== CHAPTER 401 =====